Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Take it out,” he said thickly.
Again, there was no hesitation. My fingers went to the button on his jeans and quickly began to undo them, lowering the zipper slowly. He shoved them down past his thighs, but a pair of black boxer briefs stayed in place. I stared at the bulge, then back up at him.
He gave me a taunting smile, as if he thought I might not do it. Reaching for the top of the fabric, I pulled them down, and although I had seen it already, I had looked away quickly. This time, it was right there. In front of my face. And my memory had not been an exaggeration. The thick head was red and swollen while veins stood out along the rest of it. But that wasn’t what I was focused on. The barbells I’d glimpsed before had my complete attention now.
A dampness formed in my panties, and again, my inexperienced vagina had no idea what this would mean for her. And honestly, I wasn’t sure I cared anymore either. I wrapped my fingers around it, and my thumb brushed over the end of one of the silver balls from his piercings.
He hissed, and my gaze shot up to his face.
“I’m sorry. Does that hurt?” I asked, horrified.
A deep chuckle came from him as he shook his head. “No, it feels real fucking good. The sight of your hand around it …” He stopped and just grinned. “Put it between your big titties for me. I want to see that. Fuck knows I’ve imagined it enough.”
Not the first time I’d had a guy ask me to do this, but it was the first time the request made my clit pulse. Jesus, this man was lethal. While sitting on the bed, I straightened, and he stepped closer. This time, his hand covered mine. We both held his hard length as he ran the head over one nipple, then the other.
“Mmm,” he said before letting go and cupping both my breasts in his hands.
I leaned in and directed his length between my breasts while he pressed them together, cradling it.
“Goddamn, that’s the prettiest fucking sight,” he said.
My eyes shot up to his to see him looking at me.
“It’s like titty-fucking an angel.” His eyes went back to where we were connected, and he began to move between them. “An angel with big, beautiful tits.”
A small laugh escaped me.
“Yeah, keep blushing like that. You’ll have me unloading all over your face, sweet girl. Be careful.”
That should be a threat. But the image of it inspired the wickedness in my soul I hadn’t known existed.
“Oh fuck,” he swore and stepped back. “You can’t look hungry for it. Not yet. There’s too much I want to do to your hot little body first.”
He discarded his jeans and boxers with ease, then stepped toward me again. With a press to my bare shoulder, he pushed me back onto the mattress, then went down to his knees and untied my tennis shoes. He had them off me, along with my socks, in seconds before he moved to my jeans and began unfastening them. I lay there, unable to take my eyes off the sight of his perfect, sculpted, tattooed form hovering over me, undressing me.
My jeans were tossed aside, but I realized he still had the pink panties I’d been wearing. He held them up and ran a finger over the damp crotch, and then he pressed them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Holy shit. I started to press my thighs together again, needing some relief from what he was doing to me. But his hand darted out, and he jerked my right knee, opening me up to his sight.
“Oh, no,” he said. “I’ve never smelled a pussy like that. I need to taste it.”
I stilled. For the first time since he’d started the debauchery that I was reveling in, I felt uncertain.
What was wrong with it? What did he mean? Why did it smell different?
“You got tense on me, baby,” he said, lowering his head toward my open legs, which he was holding with both hands now, leaving me completely exposed.
“What …” I asked, hesitating. “What’s wrong with the way I, uh, smell?” There, I’d asked.
He paused, and his gaze darted from my vagina to my face. “Wrong? Nothing’s wrong.”
I swallowed and blurted out the rest. “You said you’d never smelled one like it before.” And I was more than positive he’d smelled a lot of them.
“Pussies either smell musky from arousal or perfumy, like the woman has put something down there to make it smell better. Yours is … it’s like tropical. I don’t know how to explain it, but I want to fucking bury my face in it.”
I blinked. The area that he was referring to was currently pulsing with its own need. He dropped his gaze back to it and slid a hand up the inside of my thigh until the tip of his middle finger ran along my slit.